If you believe men think about sex all the time, you’ve got it all wrong. Now and then they think about clothes.

Don’t leave home without dressing to the nines. That’s the message from GQ, which sports a fold-out cover that opens into three posh ads for Banana Republic. Indeed, the first 126 pages amount to a splendid catalog of menswear and accessories, including lots of steamy females in skimpy-wear on men’s arms. “How to Dress Like a Style Hero,” one of the cover stories, sticks with that general theme. Elsewhere, there’s a limp first-person advocacy on vasectomy (to avoid fatherhood) and a wrap-up of sports announcers’ slams on Broncos’ quarterback Tim Tebow.

Details — the men’s mag with a decidedly metrosexual leaning — presents its readers with fitness and fashion tips aplenty in its most recent issue. The Condé Nast monthly offers one feature titled “The Body,” which doles out tips to stay fit by homing in on “vanity” muscles — abs, biceps, triceps, pecs, and oh yeah, the devil’s horn (they’re attached to the obliques) — because that’s what folks really pay attention to in men. Elsewhere, Details pitches an interesting article on the dilemma facing “known” sperm donors, who chose to be a part of the lives of the babies they help spawn. Another piece extols the singing pipes of British countertenor Iestyn Davies — a man described as a “castrato” who is a “heart-throb to both sexes.”

If it’s breasts and off-color jokes you’re after, lad mag Maxim is still the place to go. The latest issue lives up to its frat boy image with lame puns about the man with, well, you know. On the breast front, it covers the territory, but we were a tad disappointed to see a nobody on the cover in the form of a blonde with the seemingly fake name of Dominique Storelli, who was nominated Maxim’s “Hometown Hottie,” which we suspect is the fancy name the mag gave its desperate ploy for cheap models.

Oh, no! It’s a Keds invasion. Among Esquire’s 100 looks of summer: No. 8 is a new menswear line that’s colorful, breezy and a little too cute, like the little sneakers the brand is known for. Another trend: Presidential jackets. Esquire turns our manliest leaders — TR, Ike, the Gipper — into stylish outerwear icons. If you take away anything from the summer style guide: Just remember, never wear socks after Memorial Day. After the style section, Esquire delivers the “It” girl: Kate Upton. The SI swimsuit model is missing half her shirt . . . “Whooops, where could it be? Maybe in this tub.”

New York doesn’t break much ground with its piece on how the GOP is tearing itself apart. More interesting is an article called “2012 or Never,” which describes an electorate increasingly stacked against the GOP. “What social scientists delicately call ‘ethnocentrism,’ and ‘racial resentment’ and “in-group solidarity” are defining attributes of conservative voting behavior …,” it says. In “Whitewashing Gay History,” Frank Rich details the role that liberal politicians and institutions played in slowing gay civil rights.

The New Yorker raised a few eyebrows last August when it hired a young freelance journalist named Nicholas Schmidle to write up an inside account of the raid on Osama bin Laden.

Aside from oft-cited concerns — including the fact that Schmidle never actually spoke to any Navy SEALs, one of whom came forward to dispute key facts of the story — we couldn’t help but wonder why none of the regular staffers were fighting over this prize assignment.

Well, if you guessed that staffers didn’t want to touch the story because it was simply a plant by the US government, this week’s issue features yet another story by Schmidle, this time on the US government’s capture of a Russian weapons trafficker. Feel better now?

Time focuses on the role that Latino voters will play in the next election. It selects a race won by a Phoenix firefighter to show how routine roundups and tuition hike tied to immigration papers have galvanized young voters.

If you’re overweight or under-exercised, you may love a piece called “Getting to No — The science of building willpower.”

Too bad the cupcake that illustrates the story looks good enough to eat.